Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.